Hongli ignored her and still tried hard to get up, but he fell to the ground. Hu screamed and quickly went to help him with the palace attendants, but without exception, Hongli waved him away, and the latter struggled to climb up.
He went to Yongxun's side, picked up his blood-covered body, and trembled
Shakingly he said: "No, Yong Cang will not die, he must still be alive, you... you are all lying to me!" Saying this, he kept calling Yong Cang, but for a
A dead person will not open his eyes even if he is called a thousand or ten thousand times.
After being disappointed again and again, Hongli finally stretched out his fingers that were trembling like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and reached under Yongqin's nose. There was deathly silence, without any movement.
His Yong Cang, the Yong Cang he had protected for sixteen years, was actually killed by his own hands. Even if... he was controlled by witchcraft, he could not forgive himself!
Tears dropped silently into the pool of blood, blending into it, making it difficult to tell whether it was blood... or tears!
Mrs. Hu knelt down beside him and choked with sobs: "I know that the emperor is sad, but the matter has come to this, so I can only express my condolences!"
"My condolences..." Hongli murmured and repeated these two words. The next moment, he burst into laughter, as shrill as a night owl. After the laughter, he looked at Mrs. Hu with an extremely desperate look, "I
How do you want me to express my condolences after killing my own son? How do you want me to express my condolences?!"
Mrs. Hu had followed Hongli for so many years, and this was the first time she saw Hongli looking so sad and desperate. She didn't know how to persuade him, so she could only cry with him.
In that compartment, Xianyue was still torturing Master Fang. The latter had at least dozens of holes in his body. Although Mabolan was used to stop the bleeding in time, he still lost too much blood, especially the two eyes that were poked blind.
Eventually, he gradually lost the strength to scream.
Master Fang raised his eyes full of blood and said inaudibly: "You... kill me!"
Xianyue ignored him and just kept pricking him with one hairpin after another. Finally, when there was almost no intact skin, Master Fang took his last breath and escaped from this hellish torment.
Xianyue had no intention of stopping. Even though the hairpin had been deformed and could no longer be used, she still kept stabbing Master Fang, who had already died. She didn't stop until Qi Kuan came over and held her hand.
Down.
Qi Kuan carefully took off the hairpin from her blood-covered hand and said softly: "Master, Master Fang is dead. You have avenged the twelfth prince with your own hands. The twelfth prince is still alive and can rest in peace!"
Xianyue stared at him blankly, shook her head and said, "No, Yongxing will never close his eyes, he will never!"
When Hongli heard this, he stumbled to Xiayue and said sadly: "I'm sorry, Xianyue is sorry, this is all my fault, I am sorry for you and Yongxun!"
Xianyue didn't seem to see him, turned around and walked out of the palace. It started raining outside at some point, and the rain made a loud splash in the dark night.
Xianyue did not step into the rain, but stopped under the eaves. She stretched out her hand into the rain. Soon, her palms were soaked by the cold rain. She turned back and looked at Hongli who chased him out regardless of his physical weakness and said: "
Look at this rain, does it look like the rain when Yongxing was born?"
Hongli, like her, put his hand into the cold rain, "It's not like that, because the rain brought by Yongxun when he was born saved the people of the entire capital. No other rain can be compared to that one."
." As he said this, he said with great guilt: "I'm sorry, Xianyue, I'm sorry, I was really unconscious at that time, otherwise I would never have hurt Yongxing." In the excitement of his mood, he even confused himself.
Xia Yue looked at him quietly: "I know that your love for Yong Cang will not be less than mine. When Tang Qizhang approved Yong Cang's fate and said that he would die young, you tried your best to find the Buddhist and Taoist families.
To extend Yong Cang's life, even at the cost of infamy." At this moment, she seemed to have completely come out of the pain of losing Yong Cang, and was calmer than ever.
Her words made Hongli's heart, which had been surrounded by pain since just now, relax slightly, "I always thought that Yongxun had escaped death. I didn't expect that the person who killed him in the end would be me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
!" Hongli didn't know what else to say except "I'm sorry."
Xianyue shook her head, "You don't have to say sorry, because... I will never forgive you!"
Her words made Hong Li pale with horror. He had already lost Yong Cang and could not lose Xianyue again. No way!
Thinking like this, he stretched out his hand to grab Xianyue, but was violently waved away by the latter, and tears appeared on her face again, "I know that you love Yong Cang, and I know that killing Yong Cang was not your original intention.
But... whenever I think of the way you stabbed the hairpin into Yongxing's chest with your own hands and took his life with your own hands, I hate him so much!"
"Xiangyue, I..." Before Hongli could continue, Xianyue covered her ears with force, stepped back and said loudly: "I don't want to hear it! I don't want to!"
Seeing her retreating into the rain, Hongli hurriedly chased after her, and they were caught in the torrential rain together. Although Zhichun and the others quickly took umbrellas to support their heads, they were still drenched in the rain. Hongli said painfully:
"What exactly do you need me to do before you forgive me?"
Xianyue chuckled, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears, "Did you know that for a moment just now, I even thought about killing you! Kill you!"
Hongli closed his eyes in pain. When he opened them, he said sharply: "Bring me the sword!"
How could Xiao Wu not understand what Hongli meant? He was immediately shocked and said, "The emperor can't do it, absolutely no way!"
"I want you to get the sword! Immediately!" Faced with his yelling, Xiao Wu shook his head, kneeling on the ground and refusing to get up, let alone get the sword.
"You're not going to get it, are you? Well, you're not the only one in this palace. There are people who are going to get it for me!" As he said that, he pointed at Qi Kuan and others. For each one he pointed at, one person knelt down. No one was willing to go and get it for me.
He holds a sword.
Hongli looked around at the palace people who were kneeling on the floor, gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone of them is so rebellious, they don't even listen to my words, they all want to be killed, right?"
No matter how much Hong Li yelled and scolded, no one stood up, let alone went to get the sword. Hong Li nodded and suddenly rushed to Zhao Hui who was kneeling not far away, and without any explanation, he pulled out the steel knife from his waist.
The latter was shocked and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, no!"
Unfortunately, it was too late. Hongli returned to Xianyue and handed the knife to her, "If killing me can help you calm down the hatred in your heart, then kill me, kill me!"
Xianyue did not take the knife he handed over and cried: "Don't force me!"